“Uh . . . should I order something from room service?” she asked. “Some drinks?”
Jake stepped toward her. “We don’t need any drinks.”
“And . . . uh . . . what about . . . protection?” she asked. “I mean, I’m on the pill, but . . .”
“I’ve been tested recently,” said Jake.
“Me, too. No worries here.” Trey grinned.
“I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested.” She didn’t want to mention that had been over a year ago.
Jake’s hands slid around her waist and he drew her close. His lips grazed the side of her neck and she gasped at the heat that careened through her. She stepped back, only to bump into Trey, who stood behind her and began to kiss the other side of her neck. Jake stepped forward again and she found herself sandwiched between the two of them. Their lips danced along the sides of her neck, sending quivers rippling through her. The sexual energy of their three bodies collided in an explosive intensity. She grasped Jake’s shoulders, needing the stability.
Trey’s hands encircled her waist and he turned her around to face him. His lips captured hers. She melted against him as his tongue pressed between her lips and stroked inside. She ran her fingers through his short, sun-streaked hair. As his tongue tangled with hers, Jake’s hands stroked over her breasts and caressed her with a gentle pressure.
She felt the zipper of her dress glide downward, then the two buttons at the back of her neck unfasten. Her dress dropped to her waist, revealing her breasts clad in the lacy black bra. Trey drew her forward as he backed up, like he had on the dance floor. When he reached the bed, he sat down and stared at her breasts with frank male appreciation.
Oh God, she never thought she’d be here, like this. It was the craziest thing she’d ever done. And she was loving every minute of it.
Jake’s hands covered her breasts, then Trey’s hands covered Jake’s and both men caressed her.
Jake stroked down her ribs, then eased her dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor. His hands stroked over her bare bottom. One on each round expanse of flesh. Stroking. Driving her wild. He nuzzled her neck, then nibbled her ear.
As Trey stroked his fingers over the swell of her breasts, over the lacy cups, Jake released the hooks on the back of her bra. Trey drew it forward and tossed it aside. At the feel of the cool air, her nipples jutted forward.
“You have beautiful breasts,” Trey said.
Jake’s hands cupped them, then his fingertips stroked over her hard nipples. She dropped her head back, resting it against Jake’s shoulder. Trey leaned forward and captured one nipple in his mouth. She moaned at the pure, blissful sensation of his hot mouth on her hard nub. Licking . . . tugging . . . sucking it deep inside.
Trey turned her around and kissed her back as Jake captured her dry nipple in his mouth, leaving the other one cold and needy. She stroked Jake’s head, then reached behind and unfastened the leather tie to release his long hair, then ran her fingers through it. Trey’s hand stroked over her behind, and she felt him tug on the elastic waistband of her thong and roll it downward. It glided down her thighs, past her calves to her ankles.
“Those are pretty high heels you have there,” he said as he tugged the panties over the long spikes. She lifted one foot, then the other as he freed the thong, then tossed it aside.
“They make your legs look incredible,” Jake said.
She started to remove her long black gloves, but Jake stopped her.
“Leave them on. They’re incredibly sexy, especially with the garter belt and stockings.”
“And nothing else,” Trey said, his cinnamon brown eyes glittering.
She caught her reflection in the dresser mirror—her breasts naked, her auburn curls framed by the garter belt and dark stockings—and she had to admit the image was pretty hot. Especially since she stood between two handsome hunks still fully clothed . . . in tailored suits.
“Okay, now you two.”
She sat on the bed and watched as the two of them shrugged off their jackets and loosened their ties. Jake tugged the loop of his unfastened tie over his head and tossed it away, while Trey patiently untied the knot on his. Jake unfastened a couple of buttons on his shirt, then tugged it over his head, revealing taut, well-maintained muscles across his chest and shoulders. Hot and hard man flesh. Goose bumps quivered across her arms. Jake’s pants fell to the floor as Trey unbuttoned his shirt. As it fell open, Danielle caught sight of the tight six-pack abs under the shirt, then the tight, incredibly well-sculpted muscles of his arms and chest.
She licked her lips.
The two men now stood before her in just their underwear. Jake was a briefs man, and Trey wore boxers.
“Oh, you both look incredible.”
She wanted to savor the moment. To just look at them, the bulges pushing at the light cotton of their underwear telling her they wanted her. Almost as much as she wanted them. And had wanted them for what seemed like forever.
But now, with the moment upon her, she wasn’t sure. . . . How could she do this?
How ridiculous? Here she sat, basically naked, except for accessories . . . and she was having second thoughts?